Revives from broken neck

Something yanked me back and off my feet, wrapped around my neck. It lifted me off of Leviathan’s broken, bloodied chest, where I could see the shattered fragments of what might have been ribs on a human. It lifted me, and as it did, Leviathan stood, glaring at me with his lopsided eyes.

WHAT?!

It was slim and scaly and strong, so strong that I couldn’t pull it off as I scrambled for a grip on it.

His tail. He got me with his fucking tail, again.

You bastard…!

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The tail slithered. It tightened. It squeezed down upon my neck, harder and harder and harder, until every breath was a ragged gasp, until my vision started to dim again, until…

“▄▅▅!”

The crack of my throat being crushed and the vertebrae in my spine splintering and breaking was something I heard more than felt. For a moment, my muscles locked into place and my limbs remained where they were, frozen in the motion of pulling at him, and then, like a ragdoll, my fingers slipped bonelessly from Leviathan’s tail and they went limp and dangled. My head lolled to the side, and my view of the world tilted.

There was nothing, not even pain. The nerves in my spine were no longer connected to my brain. By the time any remnants of the agony could make it through the adrenaline, I’d already blacked out — the shock had killed me.

“— ypha deceased —”

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But strength returned to me a moment later. Strength, then feeling in my limbs, then blood through my veins. The shattered bones in my spine crackled and snapped as they realigned and fused back together. My pulse thundered in my ears as more adrenaline flooded through me like liquid fire. My lungs burned as I drew in more fresh air.

Slowly, inexorably, my hands rose.

I don’t care how many times you try and kill me…

“Apocrypha up, CA-2.”

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I WON’T DIE UNTIL I KILL YOU, FIRST!